18 years.
18 damn years.
I've finally made it, Cursed thought to himself as he opened his eyes.
He was lying in a meadow, feeling the long grass caressing his skin.
He remembered the last moments, the last heartbeats of Brock. Now he was in control, no longer his little curse. All he had to do was convince Brock to give him control. To let himself starve and finally... die.
Everything went according to plan and now Brock's body was his.
Cursed lifted his hand, expecting to see tan skin, but his hand was gray, with claws on his fingers.
WHAT.
Sitting up from the ground in shock and touching his forehead, he felt long horns protruding from his forehead.
THIS CAN'T BE.
"You lied!" he screamed- no, he roared into the darkness, seething with rage. He thought that if he killed Brock, he would get his human body and continue to live as Brock, no longer having to watch him from the mirror. It was promised to him. HE promised him.
Now he stood under a strange pink sky. The grass was gray, as if all the energy had been sucked up. The trees no longer bore leaves and towered high above him.
He was no longer in the human world.
Frustrated and angry, he pulled at his hair and screamed. He screamed with rage because he had been tricked.
He screamed because it was all for nothing.
He screamed.
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Meat Family
HorrorBrock is a student at Redwood Academy. His time there was wonderful with his little brother and his friend. But not everything stays beautiful forever; the curse that haunts his family grows worse with every passing second. At first, it was just nig...
